Yuki Tsukumo's expression changed drastically. She turned to Yuji and asked,
"Earlier—was there a cursed spirit capable of interfering with the soul?!"
After receiving Yuji's confirming nod, Yuki's face sank. Her gaze shifted far beyond the barrier.
Whether due to her unique constitution or the nature of her technique—Yuki Tsukumo, once a Star Plasma Vessel, had, after becoming a special grade sorcerer, developed her own understanding and research of the soul.
That was why earlier, when facing that "brain," she had greeted the lingering soul of Suguru Geto within it.
The strange fluctuation that had spread across all of Japan just now… it was the presence of countless fragmented souls.
Yuki understood—
The world had changed.
"Thank you, Yuji," Kenjaku said as he stood up, smiling brightly. "If you hadn't pushed Mahito into that state, my plan might not have unfolded this quickly."
Once a cursed technique is absorbed by Uzumaki, its growth halts at that very moment.
Mahito's technique hadn't fully evolved yet, so its power was insufficient. That was why Kenjaku had been waiting—for the fruit to fully ripen.
"What exactly have you done?!"
Floating behind Yuki, her technique manifested into a unique shikigami—Huanglun. Its long, pointed beak and serpentine body resembled something mechanical. Coiled tightly, it was ready to strike at any moment.
Faced with her question, Kenjaku simply smiled and generously revealed the details.
After all, achieving even half of a plan a thousand years in the making was a joy worth sharing.
"The remote Idle Transfiguration has already been activated. Jujutsu High no longer has the means to stop it."
"Don't be so tense—I haven't done anything major."
"At most… I've just awakened a few special companions."
"The powerful individuals and cursed spirits who made contracts with me over the past thousand years…"
Kenjaku's grin widened into something terrifying.
"Those who were turned into cursed objects after death…"
"I've fed them… to carefully selected non-sorcerers of this era."
"The first type: people whose brains possess cursed techniques, but who failed to awaken as sorcerers."
"The second type: ordinary people who, like Yuji, consumed cursed objects and had their bodies strengthened."
Seeing the grim expressions of the Jujutsu High sorcerers, Kenjaku looked even more pleased.
"After activating remote Idle Transfiguration…"
"Their brain structures—and their ability to use cursed energy—will all be enhanced."
"The former will evolve from ordinary humans into sorcerers."
"The latter, as vessels, will experience a dramatic boost in physical capability."
Crack. Crack.
Yuki clenched her fists so tightly it sounded like she might shatter them against Kenjaku's face.
"Ordinary people becoming sorcerers, vessels gaining stronger bodies…"
Yuki laughed in anger.
"Sounds like all good things, doesn't it?"
"Of course…" Kenjaku said, his tone playful.
"There's just a tiny bit of risk."
He looked at her with a faint, knowing smile.
"As their bodies are strengthened, the latter will also have to fight for control…"
"Against sorcerers from a thousand years ago."
"They must suppress the curse… or be possessed by it."
"You've got some nerve saying that so casually, bastard," Yuki snapped, barely containing her fury.
A "tiny risk"? Competing for control with peak-era sorcerers from a thousand years ago?
Even modern sorcerers would struggle to endure that—let alone ordinary humans.
As one of the earliest special-grade sorcerers, Yuki Tsukumo knew more secrets than the others.
The reason sorcerers overseas were so rare…
The reason first-grade and above sorcerers were frequently dispatched abroad…
All of it was deeply tied to Tengen's barrier, which nearly enveloped all of Japan. (Yuki's personal hypothesis.)
Police who couldn't see cursed spirits would block off streets.
Sorcerers received survivor lists and data before missions.
Jujutsu High's leadership and high-ranking government officials maintained a covert alliance.
The existence of cursed spirits and sorcerers was kept secret to prevent mass panic.
Because increased negative emotions would only strengthen and multiply curses.
If that vicious cycle spread overseas…
It would become a disaster capable of ending the world.
And now—
Revived sorcerers from a thousand years ago wouldn't care about modern laws or rules.
Just imagining it made Yuki feel like the world was ending.
If this truth were exposed…
It wouldn't just be panic among civilians.
Developed nations in the West would begin to see Japan differently…
If they discovered cursed energy as a new form of power—
War between nations could erupt at any moment.
"You really deserve to die," Yuki said, her voice thick with killing intent.
Kenjaku simply smiled, unconcerned.
The gears of fate had begun to turn.
His thousand-year ambition was finally within reach.
At this moment—
He was in an exceptionally good mood.
Mirai, who was also in a good mood, didn't interrupt this time. Instead, he watched Yuki Tsukumo with interest—particularly the pure aura of her soul.
A once-in-a-century constitution.
The perfect vessel for Tengen's assimilation.
In the original timeline, she was the key to defeating Sukuna.
But Mirai had already seen through that.
The next instant—
Kenjaku deliberately took out the Prison Realm, which sealed Satoru Gojo, and burst into laughter.
From the behind him, countless grotesque cursed spirits surged out.
"This is the world that's coming."
"Until next time… Yuji Itadori."
As expected—
Yuji, the most impulsive and the one most desperate to save Gojo, charged forward like a madman.
Watching the others attempt to seize the Prison Realm—
Kenjaku gave Mirai a meaningful glance, then sank into the ground.
With the Prison Realm, his presence completely vanished.
In his place—
Zenin Mirai stood calmly, surrounded by sorcerers.
Layer upon layer of schemes.
He knew Mirai wouldn't kill Yuji—or Sukuna—at this moment.
Leaving Mirai here to fight would weaken Jujutsu High's forces.
It would also test Yuki Tsukumo, this unknown special grade.
Whether Yuki died, or Mirai was injured—
Either way, the one who benefited most…
Was that old fox.
Mirai shook his head slightly.
"Cunning as ever."
Even Kusakabe, usually the most timid, joined the encirclement this time.
With Kenjaku gone, and a new special grade like Yuki backing them—
Their courage had grown.
"Get lost," Mirai said coldly, his eyes devoid of emotion.
"If you leave now, while I'm still in a decent mood."
If he wanted to leave, he could do so at any time.
But he wouldn't be driven off by a bunch of nobodies.
Suddenly, Mirai looked up.
"Trying to die?"
A terrifying surge of cursed energy erupted as the coiled shikigami descended from above!
"—Garuda!!!"
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